The cold wind howled through the abandoned mansion as Liora clutched the shattered letter in her trembling hands. Betrayal had never felt so sharp, so real. Her best friend… her fiancé… they had conspired together, laughing behind her back, and now everything she loved was gone.
A single tear fell down her cheek, but her lips curled into a smile—cold, empty, yet fierce.
"This isn't the end," she whispered. "It's just the beginning…"
A flash of light consumed her vision. Pain, then nothingness. Darkness embraced her, but a voice echoed in her mind:
"Second life… your chance for justice."
When Liora opened her eyes again, everything had changed. The familiar mansion, the cruel faces—gone. She was somewhere new, yet she felt stronger, sharper… different. Her heart, once broken, now burned with a singular purpose: revenge.
She clenched her fists, looking at her reflection in the mirror for the first time in this new life. The girl staring back at her wasn't weak. She was reborn. She was ready.
And she would make them pay.